kalopsia | ✓

epiphany

doce

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she was leaking through the
cracks of his cold embrace,
the july sun fierce
on her sandcastle skin,
but she's numb, clinging to his porcelain soul and praying that
he melts like popsickles.

he is cut in alabaster,
and her injured being is begging
to reverse time : but then you appear like a wet summer dream,
riding the vanilla moon and taking
her breath away with your feather touch : she is ecstatic.

she drinks you like ripe
pomegranate juice while
the lilac sky sighs : and then
she wants to learn the vernacular
of your stardust soul ─
you secure her in the castle
of your heart ; oh love,
she has discovered her subsistence.

── raison d'être

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a/n : love yourself! :)